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Post by anirbas on Nov 12, 2020 22:06:21 GMT -6
Austere in its simplicity- unlike me I am one hot mess- I ponder the triangle intensely my fingers tightly gripping the wand
Vexed I am a void of confusion depleted of my confidence waiting breathlessly for that one note-mine -I know it is coming
But, I can't even see the music anymore- my eyes are blurry with stage fright- much less remember the beat
Why did I choose this instrument? I should have chosen the cowbell!
8/6/2018
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Post by darkness0within on Nov 13, 2020 7:14:14 GMT -6
It's all a matter....Timing ......of I can actually see the scene... It made me smile. A lovely light gem of a write anirbas.
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Post by anirbas on Dec 22, 2020 22:03:16 GMT -6
Thank you, Drknss. It is a re-imagining of a late Sixties grade school music class. Miss Payne did exist and she was my music teacher, first grade through sixth grade. And we often had to choose an instrument to play, in her class. "Simple" instruments, such as the triangle, cowbell, drum, flutophone and xylophone, etc...She was quite the pianist, herself. And what a character. I loved her then and I love her, now. She had a positive impact on my child's creative brain. We also learned many a folk dance in her classes, the last semester of each school year. I don't think they teach music as a class in the lower grades in public schools, anymore. Sad, sad shame.
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